There Jimin sat, on the bathroom floor surrounded by a pool of his blood. He once again grabbed the blade and cut over some scars he had.
This hurt worse then cutting a fresh price of skin on your body. Jimin smiled to himself because this was his happiness.
Being alone and depressed with no one caring a bit about you. That's what Jimin's happiness was.
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Hurt | Jimin x Hoseok
FanfictionJimin can control his emotions. His only friend is the blade.